This incident was witnessed with visible indignation by two pale and solemn little girls who stood apart. They knew the bad little boys told a story if the gentleman didn't. Lost their tickets, indeed! During a lull Evan beckoned them. They came sidling over, each twisting a corner of her pinafore.
"Are you waiting for somebody?" he asked.
A shake of the head.
"Haven't you got any tickets?"
Another shake.
"Do you want to go anyway?"
An energetic pair of nods.
"What will your mother say?"
"Ain't got no mutter. Sister, she don't care. She works all day."
"All right. Skip on board."